Home Sweet Home
It's really sad when you wake up every morning knowing that your not gonna want to come home at the end of the day.
Sitting at your desk, making copies, faxing, wanting time to stand still. Just so you don't have to walk through that door.
This is not me, not the person i've become or the person i want to be. This is the person they made.
A mold...a robot...a prisoner.
I've said it before but this time i've come to understand it in its entirety, I loath this 10 x 10 cell some call my bedroom. This room filled with things i love, pictures of friends and good times...memories. All of this i no longer know.
Lost, Broken, Confused.
I can no longer cry. It is now physically impossible.
The punishment no longer fits the crime. Instead they use who i am against me.
My eyes are open, i can now see the light.
NO MORE DISCRIMINATION!
Sitting at your desk, making copies, faxing, wanting time to stand still. Just so you don't have to walk through that door.
This is not me, not the person i've become or the person i want to be. This is the person they made.
A mold...a robot...a prisoner.
I've said it before but this time i've come to understand it in its entirety, I loath this 10 x 10 cell some call my bedroom. This room filled with things i love, pictures of friends and good times...memories. All of this i no longer know.
Lost, Broken, Confused.
I can no longer cry. It is now physically impossible.
The punishment no longer fits the crime. Instead they use who i am against me.
My eyes are open, i can now see the light.
NO MORE DISCRIMINATION!